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They really started preparing for the funeral.

After receiving the order to build three sets of steel coffins, Nakahara finally couldn't help stepping on the leader's desk, holding Dazai Osamu's collar and roaring: "Huh?! You asked me to make three sets of coffins, what do you have?" Sick, Osamu Dazai!!"

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and smiled: "This is the order of the leader, Chuya, if Chuya doesn't obey, I will run out and be assassinated."

"Who the fuck are you threatening, you bastard!!!"

Although he was furious and wanted to beat up Osamu Dazai very much, Nakahara Nakaya still dutifully finished what Osamu Dazai wanted in just two days.

Osamu Dazai and Ango Sakaguchi stood in front of the three steel coffins together.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a strange feeling on the side, "Don't worry, everything is made according to your size, and there is still a lot of free space, so you can sleep comfortably."

"Zhong is also very considerate."

Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "But there are only two of us here. Whose size do you use for the third coffin?"

"I know you still ask," Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, "Who else can there be besides Bai Yueguang, the leader of the port mafia?"

"Bai Yueguang?" Osamu Dazai was taken aback.

Nakahara Chuya: "Oda Sakunosuke, the white moonlight you can't get, you still use the dog-licking character design."

"Chuya," Osamu Dazai smiled, "I don't care where you heard this description, whether it's a forum or a subordinate, forget it for me, now, forget it completely."

Zhong Yuanzhong also shrugged, looking unconvinced.

Osamu Dazai took Ango Sakaguchi and Chuya Nakahara to his favorite cemetery.According to his words, "It's fine to go with Ango, but it's a pity that we are all civil servants and can't move such a heavy thing. We have no choice but to take Chuya with us. You should feel honored."

"Whoever wants this honor can take it! I don't want it!"

Nakahara also wished to directly physically make Dazai Osamu lie in the coffin.

They walked along a small path without monitors or pedestrians. Osamu Dazai walked in front, Ango Sakaguchi was a little behind, and Chuya Nakahara walked at the end. Behind them, three steel coffins that reflected cold light in the sun were floating under the control of gravity.

When we arrived at the place that Osamu Dazai said, it was already the time when the sun broke free from the clouds, and under the warm sunshine, Osamu Dazai's pale face seemed to be tinged with blood.

"It's here." Osamu Dazai stood on the hillside, looking down, he could see the sea not far away.

Sakaguchi Ango looked around, nodded in satisfaction, "It's okay."

Nakahara Nakahara impatiently asked the two of them to move away to make room. Osamu Dazai pulled Ango Sakaguchi and moved his feet to make room. There were cobweb-shaped cracks, and the excess part of the dust sinking was piled up on the side, just enough to fit three coffins side by side.

"Okay," Nakahara said, "Professor Glasses, put your things in."

Ango Sakaguchi thought about it. In fact, he came to this world without bringing anything with him. He simply threw the knife that was thrown at him when he saw Osamu Dazai here into the coffin. The knife and coffin are made of special materials. The bottom collided with a sound,

"That's fine, it's fine, Mr. Zhongyuan."

Nakahara Chuya controlled the coffin lid, closed the coffin belonging to Ango Sakaguchi completely, and then looked at his boss: "Are you putting things like him or putting yourself?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, showing apologetic expression, "Sorry, I made a mistake, you are not a thing."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Chuya, if you can't speak, donate your mouth to those in need."

Osamu Dazai looked down at the coffin in the pit, his place was in the middle, Ango Sakaguchi was on the right, and his unknown friend was on the left.

"Leave it empty."

Osamu Dazai finally said, "I believe I will have a chance to use it soon, Chuya, remember to burn me before putting it in."

The leader of the port mafia ordered so.

"Don't worry, I guarantee you will be burned finely, not even a single finger bone will be left for you."

Nakahara said, "I will congratulate you and stuff your ashes into the coffin."

Nakahara Chuya was too calm when he said this, Osamu Dazai didn't know for a while whether he knew something, but that didn't matter.

Ango Sakaguchi nudged Osamu Dazai with his elbow, "Should we cover the soil now? Can the funeral process go away?"

"Of course I want it," Dazai Osamu said, he was still holding a few unwrapped white flowers in his hand, and he was wearing a pure black suit, "Come here, this is your funeral for Ango, of course Be complete."

The two of them watched Zhongyuan Zhong also use supernatural powers to cover the coffin again with soil, and the ground formed a bulge. They didn't prepare a tombstone, only a lonely tomb looking at the seaside without prestige.

Osamu Dazai bent down and placed the flowers in his hand in front of the grave without a monument. Ango Sakaguchi got white flowers from nowhere and put them together with Osamu Dazai, "I put flowers in front of my own grave when I was still alive. It feels weird."

Zhongyuan even took out some incense sticks.

"When did you buy it?!"

Ango Sakaguchi looked at Nakahara Nakaya with a raised hand in shock, and a few incense sticks were wrapped in dark red light, and inserted firmly and straight up into the soil.

"Dazai, light the fire," Nakahara Nakaya said, and he stood lazily by the side blowing the wind, the wind blowing his long orange hair, "I didn't bring a lighter, you use the matches in your pocket."

Osamu Dazai deliberately dragged out the tone: "I don't understand—I've quit smoking for a long time—"

"Are you taking it out yourself or shall I help you?"

Central Plains also raised an eyebrow.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, took out a matchbox from his pocket, took out a match inside and struck it on the side, a tiny flame shaking in the wind appeared, Osamu Dazai put away the matchbox, and carefully touched the match with his left hand. Wiping the flames to block the wind, he squatted down and lit the fuse.

A few sticks of sticks standing straight up were lit, and thin white smoke came out. Next to them were a few scattered white flowers. The soil was very new, and it was easy to see the traces of being turned over.

Osamu Dazai shook his hand and extinguished the match, "Okay, now we need to put our hands together and start praying?"

"Forget it," Sakaguchi Ango said expressionlessly, "I'm right in front of you, just open your eyes and tell me."

Osamu Dazai still looked a little regretful, "Then it won't smell like that."

Zhongyuan Zhong also came over and stomped on the soil he had filled in, "It's quite solid, what are you going to do now?"

Osamu Dazai and Ango Sakaguchi looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"Are you all just here for this inexplicable funeral?!" Zhongyuan Zhong was also dissatisfied, "If you don't know, you all go back to me. As the leader of the port mafia, you are wandering outside, and you will be assassinated sooner or later. "

"Isn't that just right? A ready-made coffin."

Osamu Dazai took another look at the grave without a tombstone, as if he was reluctant to leave, and said sincerely, "It would be great if Ango and Oda Saku could really lie in it."

Ango Sakaguchi avoided Dazai Osamu's look, he knew what Dazai Osamu was referring to.

He is saying,

"If only the three of us in this world were still together."